Alibuda Chronicles, Volume 11: Chapter 3 Adulterers

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Upon hearing the devastating news, I broke out in a cold sweat. I couldn't imagine how difficult things would become if Ryan exposed my affair with Yueying, especially the rape. Whether it was the issue between the two countries or Ryan Buffett's ruthless treatment of me, the thought was chilling.

The problem was, things had escalated to this point, and it couldn't be resolved with mere words. The power to decide life and death, success or failure, was no longer in my hands. Before the final outcome was revealed, there were some things I wanted to do.

"Nephew, quick, come with me… Ah!"

The uncle's scream was understandable, because I slammed the door shut, and his nose, standing right in the doorway, was inevitably hit. The reason for closing the door was simply to cover things up. Even in this critical moment, there were things I wouldn't let Mao Yan'an see, and some things I had to say before leaving.

I rushed to the large bed. Yueying was still in the same prone position, her shimmering golden hair glistening with sweat against her milky-white skin, breathtakingly beautiful. But I knew she had overheard my conversation with Mao Yan'an.

"Sister, something seems to have happened outside. I need to go and handle it. What happened might have upset you, but everything I said was from the bottom of my heart… No matter what happens, I'll take full responsibility. If you really can't forgive me, then… just stay here. Even if I die, I won't let you get hurt again."

A bitch needs a beating, a woman needs to be coaxed. Although I found my words ridiculous, this was the only way I could comfort Yueying. After uttering this almost scripted comforting statement, I turned and left, opening the door to face the harsh and cruel ordeal.

"What happened?"

I asked Mao Yan'an immediately after leaving the bedroom, and he answered me as quickly as possible. This inn was originally supposed to be where His Majesty the King once housed his favorite concubine. However, to prevent her from engaging in illicit affairs with other men, a magical barrier was erected. Any act of sexual intercourse within the building would be relayed back to the palace. But this barrier was forgotten to be removed when new guests checked in…

“Are you kidding me? What kind of demonic barrier is this?”

“I heard it was invented by the monks of the Temple of Light… You know, this is a magical world, so such things aren’t surprising…”

This message would be directly transmitted to His Majesty the King’s close advisors. The problem is, everyone knows that the current owners of this inn are the President and his wife of the Golden Flower Federation, and President Ryan is currently in a meeting with dignitaries from various countries. Only the First Lady remains in the inn, which means…

“When the barrier was triggered, I felt something was wrong. It wasn’t until your city guards appeared in large numbers around the inn and blocked the roads that I was certain something was wrong. Now, although I’ve destroyed the barrier, it doesn’t help us much. Fortunately, they are hesitant and don’t dare to come in and search directly, leaving the power to catch the adulterers to their master…”

After explaining this, Mao Yan’an led me to a storage room at the far end of the second floor. Looking out the window, it was indeed completely surrounded, so heavily guarded that not even a fly could get out. At that moment, a cavalry team quickly arrived at the outskirts of the inn. The city guards who were originally guarding this place made way for this well-equipped cavalry team to enter. I didn’t need to look to know that Ryan Buffett was in this cavalry team.

"Oh no, Ryan's back, my dear nephew, what should we do now?"

"Don't worry, I won't implicate you. I'll take full responsibility later. You just continue playing the silent hero. But if you dare betray me first, I guarantee you won't have a good ending."

I'm not such a kind person. If betraying Mao Yan'an could save my life, I would sacrifice it without hesitation; however, when betraying someone is futile, I still have the virtue of taking responsibility for my actions. Besides, the situation is different from when I took Xing Mei's virginity. Could I tell others that Mao Yan'an coveted Yue Ying's beauty and succeeded in assaulting her? No one would believe it, and… my heart wouldn't allow me to do that.

The problem is, how can I keep Yue Ying out of it? Because of the deliberate removal of irrelevant people, there's no one else in this inn. I can't shift the blame to someone else. So what kind of lie can I tell to deceive the notoriously shrewd Baili Xiongshi?

"Ah, my dear nephew, you truly move me deeply. But aren't you usually so confident in your wisdom and resourcefulness? How come you're so helpless all of a sudden?"

"Enough nonsense. If I have no idea, do you?"

"Oh, hehe, what if I do?"

I turned around and saw Mao Yan'an with his arms crossed, looking completely confident, a stark contrast to his previous panic. Seeing him like this, I immediately realized that he must have a brilliant plan to escape.

"What plan?"

"Let's make it clear first, I'm only taking a risk, I'm not entirely sure, but you owe me a favor. After you escape, you have to grant me one request."

The rapidly approaching footsteps left me no room for bargaining. The deal was quickly struck, and after I nodded in agreement, Mao Yan'an handed me a piece of paper covered in dense writing.

"This was originally intended for my next work, but with a slight modification, it's quite suitable."

"What do you mean? What is this?"

"Is it hard to understand? Actually, you probably already know what I'm talking about. Without considering morality, convention, or whether it's dirty or vulgar, do you really have no other way for you and me to successfully escape unscathed, for Yueying not to be suspected, and for Ryan not to discover any flaws?"

If it were someone else, even with such a hint, they still wouldn't be able to think of a solution. But we're both con artists who make a living with our brains, and after hearing this hint, an incredibly absurd idea popped into my head.

“Uncle, you wouldn’t…”

“There’s no other way. We can’t reason with them now, so we have to appeal to their emotions. Hurry, the Golden Flower Federation’s guards are about to break down the door.”

“But this method is really…”

“Stop arguing. For the sake of the next generation’s happy love, for the sake of loyalty, I, Mao Yan’an, am making a glorious sacrifice this time.”

“Uncle, I admire your loyalty, but this is really…”

“Stop talking nonsense, just read it.”

The approaching footsteps and the increasingly rapid banging on the door were all signals urging me to act. Finally, I had no choice but to pick up the piece of paper and begin reading it with great feeling.

"Oh, my love, why is fate so cruel to us?"

"It doesn't matter. Although the world can't understand our pure love, my heart will never change for you."

"Heh, you lewd old man, do you know how much I love your sexy mustache?"

"Heh, you're really something. We just did it a few times, and you're hard again so quickly."

"You too. I always said having an affair here would be exciting, and... who told you your ass is so white..."

"Heh heh, John, I won't let you sleep here tonight."

The dialogue was enough. As we tacitly tore each other's clothes, the disgusting, ashen-faced guards outside, unable to withstand the pressure of the torture, violently kicked the door open.

To be honest… the moment I saw them rush in, I felt a sense of relief and redemption. I would have been willing to lick their shoes as a token of gratitude… but not their toes… or any part of a man's body above the toes.

Two gay bastards, taking advantage of the absence of the President of the Golden Flower Federation, sneaked into the inn to indulge in debauchery and caused such a commotion. Under normal circumstances, I would have been secretly executed long ago to avoid disgrace, but because of my special status as a gay bastard, I had to be dealt with personally by high-ranking officials, who threw me before Ryan for interrogation.

This inn is His Majesty the King's place of pleasure. The garden is extremely elegant, surrounded by lush green grass, thick with crimson pearl grass, and several large-leaved trees. There is a rockery waterfall made of raw stones, with dozens of red and white koi swimming in the pond. Under the trees, there is a small stone tea table for shade, and dozens of green bamboos sway in the wind by the fence, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere.

Ryan sat by the coffee table, with Hui Xiuchu guarding behind him. His golden hair, like a lion's mane, exuded a regal air, commanding respect without a hint of anger. Although he never once glanced in my direction, cold sweat trickled down my back. I had to use all my willpower to stay upright and avoid embarrassing myself.

(Damn it, how could I be so useless?)

This thought suddenly snapped me out of my daze. There's no reason for such intimidation to come from just his personal imposing presence. I've heard that Ryan's martial arts come from the Cihang Jingdian lineage. If I'm not mistaken, ever since I entered a certain area, he's been influencing my mind with his Zen techniques, making me feel timid and fearful. In other words, what's about to happen to me is...

"You, for the thrill of an affair, did that shameful thing with a man in the inn... Good heavens, I never thought there was anyone in the world with such audacity to dare to disturb my residence, Ryan Buffett's. If I let this scum live in this world, how will I ever face the heroes of the world again?"

Ryan lightly slammed his hand on the stone table, and the entire tea table, carved from bluestone, shattered into pieces. The strength of his palm strike was truly terrifying. If he was like a slumbering lion just now, he was now erupting with the rage of a lion, baring his fangs and brandishing his claws. His murderous aura surged over the sky like an overwhelming storm, making it hard to believe that such a powerful man was actually a genuine gay man.

I clenched my fists, biting my lower lip, struggling against his raging, domineering aura. I refused to show weakness before him, but no matter how I tried to regulate my breathing and speak, I could only manage to utter four stiff words.

"What do you want?"

As soon as the words left my mouth, a strong taste of blood burst forth, and a red streak trickled down my lip, revealing that his Zen-like power had already damaged my internal organs.

"As for the crimes you've committed, even if I were to tear you to pieces, it wouldn't be enough to vent my anger. But I still have some respect for the previous two generations of the Farrell family, and I don't want to bring shame upon Alibuda... Heh, I can let you go today, but you must leave with an arm, and you must kneel and repent for your actions. If you're willing, I'll spare your life."

"Hmph, only your mother would be willing..."

The price of an arm was too high; I couldn't accept it. I'd rather fight back, but before I could finish speaking, my internal injuries gave way, and I collapsed to my knees.

Ryan sneered. In his eyes, my resistance was as insignificant as a worm.

"You refuse? Back in the day, Lant Farrell was quite the ladies' man, and now his descendants have such a peculiar taste. Fine, for your grandfather's sake, I'll spare your arm. Just kowtow three times to me, then kneel and repent for your sexual fetish, and what's a little mercy in sparing your life?"

Compared to my initial expectations, Ryan's leniency was saintly. Logically, I should have knelt down, tears streaming down my face, begging for mercy and thanking him for sparing my life. But I noticed something strange in his words: he wasn't asking me to repent for sneaking into the inn for illicit pleasure, but rather for my homosexuality. If it were any other respectable man, that would be one thing, but Ryan was a very "special" man. Was this the kind of repentance he wanted to hear?

In this critical moment, I decided to gamble. Knowing it would be futile, I used all my strength to resist Ryan's pressure, trying to stand up.

"Hmph, let me tell you, whether you want my hands chopped off or me to kowtow, it's all up to you. I'm no match for you, do as you please. But if you want me to repent for my love, hehe, even if you cut off both my hands, you won't hear those words."

Shouting this, I only heard Hui Xiuchu behind me yell "How dare you!" But before he could act, Ryan raised his hand to stop him.

"Why? Don't you think your love is shameful? A descendant of a prestigious family, a general of a nation, engaging in homosexuality, and yet you dare to speak so shamelessly!"

"Shameful? Although this love cannot be recognized by the world, every moment I feel it is absolutely sincere. How could you shallow, worldly people understand my feelings?"

To avoid disgusting myself the moment I opened my mouth, I only thought of Yueying as I spoke. Every word, though cryptic, was entirely sincere, especially since Yueying had not yet appeared; these words were spoken with even greater passion.

"How dare you!"

Ryan seemed enraged, his entire body radiating murderous intent, like a thunder god shaking the earth. Without a word, he kicked me over, the excruciating pain almost making my vision go black, telling me I probably had two broken ribs.

"This is your last chance to live. If you don't admit your mistake, not even your dead grandfather, not even Gendo Farrell, can save your dog's life."

Ryan's boot stepped on my head, and with a slight exertion, my entire head sank into the ground. Before officially burying myself, I enjoyed the fragrance of grass and soil. I had no doubt that if he exerted any more force, my head would burst open. For a moment, I did waver. What if I was wrong? Wouldn't this gamble have cost me my life, which I could have saved, for no reason?

But the thought of Sister Yueying's beautiful face became the catalyst for my decision. Even with my head buried in the ground and my mouth full of mud, I still shouted desperately.

"I won't admit I'm wrong! I'm not wrong! Wrong my ass!"

The moment this shout left my mouth, the pressure on my head eased, followed by a long laugh.

"Hahaha, interesting. The heir of Lant Farrell, just as rumored, is a bold and amusing lad."

A strong hand slapped my shoulder. I looked up and saw Ryan's smiling face before me, his eyes radiating a tender light that seemed to say, "I understand all your feelings, I can feel everything."

"Ryan! Don't hurt him!"

Before the two of us could react, a delicate cry rang out from afar. Turning around, I saw Yueying, disheveled, wearing only a silk robe over her undergarments, rushing breathlessly towards us. She had clearly come directly from the bedroom to prevent a tragedy.

Seeing Yueying finally appear, I almost burst into tears. My emotions were overwhelmingly moved, because this time I had finally forced her to make a statement, proving she wasn't heartless towards me. This life-or-death gamble was worthwhile.

Ryan stopped her, seemingly assuring her something, before letting Yueying return to the inn. After all, it wasn't exactly elegant for the First Lady to be running around in such thin clothing, risking a wardrobe malfunction. When Ryan returned, everything was much easier to discuss.

"I'm truly sorry. What happened earlier was just me testing your magnanimity. As for Brother John being gay, I have no prejudice against him."

Nonsense, you're a gay man yourself; discriminating against me is the same as discriminating against yourself?

"Homosexuality is no longer considered immoral in our Golden Flower Federation. In the next legislative session, we plan to push for the inclusion of same-sex marriage rights in the civil code..."

A gay president enacting such a law is truly an abuse of power, more terrifying than recklessly issuing public bonds; the future of this country is worrisome.

"...Especially seeing you defend your feelings with your life, such noble sentiments are truly admirable. Brother John, I now understand why my wife values you so much; you are indeed a remarkable man."

Ryan's friendly attitude sent chills down my spine. If Yueying valued me for this reason, that would be truly terrifying. However, my performance just now had "moved" Ryan, making him consider me "one of his own," and he vowed to strongly recommend me for his career—this was indeed an unexpected gain.

Following this, I also demanded the release of Mao Yan'an, because when the guards rushed in to arrest him, his lack of martial arts skills was exposed, and he was easily knocked to the ground and dealt with separately from me.

"That swindler is your friend, isn't he? It's quite something that someone who doesn't know martial arts could act so convincingly. Don't worry, the guards beat him up and chased him away."

Before coming to Alibuda, Ryan was indeed very interested in the legendary swordsman Oren, but after hearing that Alibuda had invited this person, he used his intelligence agencies to investigate briefly and found out that Oren did not exist. However, if he exposed him, Alibuda would lose face and it would be a disgrace to the country, so he suppressed his laughter and put on an act.

"Actually, he's quite eloquent and well-read, a very talented person, but unfortunately a fraud..."

Now that Mao Yan'an had escaped, I didn't need to defend him anymore, and casually said, "Heaven knows, this guy surnamed Mao, I heard he worked in the Golden Flower Federation in his youth, designing uniforms and drafting laws, he seemed quite famous..."

"What? It's Professor Mao Yan'an?"

Ryan, who had long admired the sage's name and was eager to meet him for advice, was quite surprised to realize he had called the wrong person. He insisted on finding Mao Yan'an to apologize, but before that, he finally explained things to me.

He had been a little suspicious when he saw Yueying and me being so intimate, but now that he knew I was gay, he could finally relax. He was usually busy with official duties and inevitably neglected his wife a bit. Now that he had found someone Yueying liked and whom he could trust, he asked me to visit more often and keep Yueying company.

This... was truly an unexpected and ideal ending.

The twists and turns of events were beyond most people's imagination, but when I reappeared in Yueying's boudoir, sitting in front of her dressing table, seeing my reflection in the mirror, she didn't seem surprised.

"Where's Ryan?"

she asked softly, as if suppressing all her emotions. I knew Yueying already knew what had happened, so I shrugged and said, "I don't know. He left with the guards, saying he had to handle some official business. Before leaving... he told me to have a good talk with my sister, so you wouldn't worry."

During the time we were apart, Yueying seemed to have bathed and cleansed herself; even from a distance, I could faintly smell her fresh scent.

She was changing, sitting on a round stool with a backrest, her pink legs clad in stockings, her long skirt hanging on a clothes rack beside her, not yet dressed. Her upper body was wearing a light yellow silk top, the top few buttons undone, unable to conceal the glistening flesh exposed, her snow-white breasts and black bra seemingly radiating a silent provocation.

Without a word, I quietly walked behind Yueying. From this angle, the straps of her bra were incredibly thin, almost invisible, and her flawless breasts, lifted by the cups, accentuated her alluring, deep cleavage. The thin black fabric contrasted beautifully with her fair, delicate skin, further highlighting the intense allure of her breasts. As if sensing my gaze, her

bean-sized, bright red nipples quickly became engorged and stood erect shyly. When I gently placed my hand on her shoulder, Yueying turned away, pulling away from my touch, refusing to let my indecent gaze continue.

"Don't do this, you shouldn't touch me anymore."

"Why? Since you're willing to come out and plead for me, do you want to continue deceiving yourself?"

The barrier had been destroyed by Mao Yan'an, so there was nothing to worry about. I murmured, but my eyes involuntarily drifted to Yueying's legs, which were exposed as she turned away.

Wearing black stockings, Yueying's beautiful legs were bent in a sexy pose; the high-waisted, belt-like black panties, paired with the similarly colored stockings, accentuated her full, firm buttocks, making them appear even more pert and elastic.

Soft sunlight slanted through the window curtains, illuminating Yueying's post-bath skin with a rosy, alluring pink hue. Her fair, soft thighs, clad in seductive black stockings, created a scene so beautiful it was like a painting, leaving me, the backdrop, completely mesmerized.

"I'm a wife now. Although… my husband is a bit special, he's always taken good care of me. I can't keep betraying him like this."

Her voice was calm, but her words carried a deep sense of self-pity and sorrow. Imagining Yueying's life over the years filled me with unbearable heartache.

“Sister, my desire for your happiness is more sincere and intense than anyone else's. If I could, I would like to be a man and openly and honestly win you back, but I can't do that right now, and you don't like that either, so I can only use this method to change the current situation for now…”

I said softly, placing my hand on Yueying's snowy shoulder again. This time she didn't resist, letting me caress her shoulder and gently stroke her delicate neck down.

“Do you… really like me? Is it true?”

“Of course I do, sister, why do you ask that? It makes me very sad.”

Yueying had heard men's words of love countless times. I could only pray that these old and stale words still had an effect. To enhance the effect of my words, I suddenly launched a surprise attack, picking Yueying up in my arms and, amidst her gasp, sitting her on my lap, leaning her body against my chest.

"You, you're doing this again..."

"Sister, believe me, I'll treat you well and make you forget the past."

As I spoke, I kneaded Yueying's round, pert buttocks through her sexy black lace panties, once again taking advantage of her sensitive and sensitive body. In just a few moments, Yueying began to pant softly.

"Little brother, do you know? I'm not as good as you think..."

As if she had finally made a decision, Yueying suddenly twisted her hips and turned around, pressing her fragrant body against my chest, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, burying her head in my neck, and whispered, "In the past... in the Golden Flower Federation, a lot happened. I wasn't the good sister or the good woman you remember. I... I've always been afraid, afraid that one day I will... I will..."

Warm water droplets dripped onto my neck, sliding down and wetting the clothes on my shoulders; with soft sobs, I knew Yueying was crying on my shoulder. In that instant, I remembered Phoenix's provocation last time, and a feeling of unease welled up inside me. However, recalling her awkward reactions and movements in bed when I first possessed Yueying, I absolutely refused to believe that the saintly woman in my heart could have any sordid flaws. It was all just her overreacting. Therefore, I simply comforted her gently.

"Sister, don't worry. No matter what happened in the past, let's forget about it together. Those things won't affect our future. Don't be sad anymore, okay?"

Although it was vague, I think this was exactly the assurance Yueying wanted to hear. After a while, the sobbing gradually stopped. She reached out and wiped away her tears, whispering, "Little brother, can you promise your sister something?"

"What is it?"

"Sister is willing to give herself to you, willingly have an affair with you, and be your secret lover. But no matter what, I will not divorce Ryan. The appearance of this marriage is very important to Alibuda, and I hope you..."

"Sister, this is too unfair to you..."

"This is sister's only request. Maybe one day in the future, you will look down on me and despise me. At that time, we will quietly separate, no one will know, and no one else will be hurt."

I instinctively felt disgusted by this request, but it was indeed the most realistic agreement. At least for now, if my affair with Yueying were exposed and became a big scandal, Ryan would definitely kill me to cover it up. Besides, Yueying's mental block also needs time to be cleared. As long as I agree to her first and make the deed as done, I won't be afraid of her flying to the sky later.

"Can I promise you, sister?"

"Yes, I promise you."

It felt like a contract had been fulfilled, and I felt a sense of relief, but then I didn't know what to say. However, Yueying was indeed a very considerate older sister. After I obediently agreed, she gave me appropriate encouragement. Her

tender, fragrant tongue gently licked my neck, and when I let out a soft groan of pleasure, a long, slender jade leg, like a nimble, writhing snake, rubbed back and forth against my calf.

Holding a fragrant, soft body in my arms, and being teased like this, I couldn't find a reason not to act immediately. With a roar, amidst Yueying's charming laughter, I grabbed her raised thigh, my glans pressing against the entrance of her tender red jade cave… Spending

a warm night in the boudoir was one of life's greatest pleasures. Yueying and I whispered sweet nothings in the tent, our bodies intertwined, an indescribable tenderness and love, an unparalleled bliss, until late that night when I had to quietly leave.

I didn't see Ryan when I left, presumably he was still busy with national affairs. Besides, I wondered if he had given specific instructions, because there wasn't a single guard on the floor where his and his wife's bedroom was located. This spared me from the risk of my affair with Sister Yueying being exposed.

"Ugh!"

Damn it, reducing guards is good, but why wasn't a single light on in the entire corridor?

It was pitch black, making me trip and fall. The pitch-black environment made me curse incessantly, ruining my rare good mood. But Ryan seemed to have gone too far; not a single person was on the entire floor. I bet the guards on the two floors below were also removed. Did he really trust me to this extent after finding out I was also gay?!

With a sense of unease, I descended to the second-floor stairwell, about to fumble for the handrail again, when suddenly a hideous, blue-faced demonic face appeared before me, waving back and forth in the dark void, seemingly accompanied by eerie green flames, like a demon from hell.

"Whoa... Hah!"

I gasped, my body trembling violently. My first instinct was to throw a punch, but it felt like I'd struck something incredibly flexible yet icy cold. I shuddered violently and collapsed limply to the ground.

(It's a black magic barrier... Ishtar's scoundrel must be here as an assassin. Ryan and Hui Xiuchu are nowhere to be found. Only Yueying and I are left... Oh no!)

Just as I was inwardly lamenting my misfortune, the figure hidden in the darkness exclaimed, lifting the demonic mask to reveal a beautiful, ethereal face—none other than my own fox spirit, Xue.

"Master, are you alright? I was so worried about you, I thought you..."

Ah Xue's anxious inquiry revealed her distress. I felt like I was in a dream, unable to comprehend what had happened, whether the woman beside me was a magical disguise or real. It wasn't until Ah Xue helped me up, and my arm accidentally brushed against her chest, that I was certain it was real.

Even through the thick black robe, the sight of her large, round H-cup breasts against my skin, the sheer volume, was something Yue Ying could never satisfy. Based on that, I was certain she was the real Ah Xue.

Then Mao Yan'an appeared. He wore a small iron pot on his head, and thick iron plates padded his chest and back, fully equipped, as if he were afraid of being hacked to death.

"After I kicked them out, I thought you'd be thrown out like me soon, but after waiting for ages and not seeing you, I had to go back to the Earl's mansion first. I figured with your resourcefulness and the touching story I provided, Ryan wouldn't dare lay a hand on you. But when Xue saw me return with a bruised and swollen face, after asking what happened, she ignored my assurances of your safety and dragged me here to rescue you..." Because of Mao

Yan'an's report, Xue, who hadn't stepped out of the Earl's mansion since arriving in Sara, finally left her confinement and came with Uncle. However, she hadn't forgotten my instructions; even when she went out, she wore a mask to conceal her true identity.

A low growl echoed in the darkness, and I realized even Violet, the leopard, had arrived. The three of them and the beast together seemed like a resurrected adventure group from the Southern Barbarians, only this time not in a primeval forest, but in a post station resembling a foreign territory.

"How did you get in?"

"Heaven knows. I was just following behind Xue Yatou and leading the way. When we slipped in through the side door, I don't know how she did it, but somehow she managed to knock down the outer guards. There are fewer guards inside the inn, and if we encountered any troublesome guys, Xue Yatou would take care of them. On the way down from here, at least a hundred of them were lying on the ground. That's how we got here."

This was quite a mess. Luckily, they didn't run into Ryan, Hui Xiuchu, or any skilled agents from the Golden Flower Federation's intelligence agencies. Otherwise, with Xue Yatou's brute strength, they would have been killed. Mao Yan'an didn't even need Ryan to invite him to apologize and drink the first cup of wine; he was already going to meet the King of Hell.

“We can’t stay here long, lest someone see us and cause even more trouble… Hey, Xue, can you hold me a little tighter? I can’t breathe…”

I don’t know what’s wrong with me today, but someone keeps holding me and crying. However, seeing Xue crying so hard, tears streaming down her face, actually warmed my heart.

“Master… Waaah… I thought you were… Waaah…”

“Do you know where this is? Don’t just wander around because you have some superhuman strength. If your delicate skin gets hurt, it will break my heart.”

“I was really worried about you, Master. I heard you were in trouble, I… Waaah…”

“Okay, sweetie, I’m fine here, nothing’s wrong. You’re so obedient and care about your master so much, I’ll thank you properly.”

I whispered in Xue’s ear, smiled wickedly, and touched her large, plump breasts. I laughed and said, “Ready? I’ll thank you very much tonight.”

In the darkness, Xue blushed and didn’t say anything, but just nodded twice as hard.

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